Paper crinkling, Julie sat up. I pretended to adjust some of the things on the tray, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her reach behind her back and unclip her bra, then shrug off the straps. I turned back to her. “I’ll put that with your other clothes,” I said, accepting the soft fabric of her bra. Then I turned my attention back to her breasts. “First, I’m going to visually examine your breasts, then we’ll move on to manual palpation” Please keep your hands at your sides.

Her boobs looked great. Medium sized, round. Placing one hand on her back, I slowly cupped her right breast. It was soft. Soft and warm. I began pushing with my finger tips, moving closer and closer to her nipple. The room wasn’t particularly warm and her nipples, already a poking out, grew harder as my fingers got closer.

“I need to check for discharge, you’ll feel just a little pinch.” Julie gasped slightly as my fingers found her nipple. First I pushed and stretched her pink areola then, cupping her breast with my other hand, pinched.

“Ow!”

“Don’t worry, almost done.”

I moved to her other breast and began to squeeze it. This time when I held her nipple, she didn’t cry out. “Now if I could have you lay back down on the table, we’ll check your breasts one last time.”

Again, she did as I said, lying back. Her breasts looked flatter from this angle, and standing over her, we made eye contact as I started once more from the beginning, pressing on her boobs in small circles, first one then the other, with both hands.

“Good job Julie, your breasts are healthy with no lumps and no discharge. Now-”

“Wait, hang on, I have a question...” I looked up, quickly. “I’ve been doing self-exams every once in a while. Could you just tell me if I’m doing them right?”

“Ok.” I was caught off guard. She wanted this. Wanted me to look. “Please show me how you’ve been examining yourself.”

She raised one arm behind her head, and still making eye contact, began rubbing her breast, pressing one finger on her nipple, then gently cupping and squeezing herself. I was already hard. Hard from the anticipation, from seeing her in her underwear, from touching her bra, from fondling her boobs, from knowing what I was going to do to her next. I took a small step forward, and as I did I felt some wetness in my underwear. Some pre-cum must have leaked out. I swallowed, trying to regain control.

“That’s great.” I said. She massaged her other breast.

“Like that?”

“Yeah. That’s great. Now it’s time to move on to the next step of the exam. Lots of people feel a little nervous about this, but we’re going to do a quick genital exam. Please go ahead and lay back, and swing your legs to the end of the bed.”

Julie lay down. She was breathing heavily, her breasts raising and falling. She was clearly turned on, one hand still touching the base of her boob.

“Once again, I’m going to start out by doing a visual exam of the outside of your private parts. Do you have any questions?” Julie shook her head, blushing. “Ok,” I said, “Please scoot down towards the end of the bed just a little. Don’t worry, I won’t need to get the foot-rests out quite yet.” She scooted down, her feet at the edge of the table, her legs bent, knees up. “I’m just going to get some gloves on,” I said, “Then we can get started.”

I could feel her eyes on me as I moved to the tray and pulled a pair of white nitrile gloves out of the box. Julie was staring at the gloves as I moved back to the foot of the bed, her mouth slightly open, hand still caressing her breast. I let the gloves dangle above her knees for a moment, then I pulled on first one glove, then another. As she watched, I let the last glove snap gently against my wrist. “Alright,” I said, “First thing first, I’m going to need to remove your underwear.”